“No, I am Don, and once I was a runaway dog,” was the answer. “I could see that this man was hurting you, so I drove him away. If he comes back I’ll nip him,” and Don growled again.
The man who had poked Shaggo with the cane, hurting the buffalo’s lame shoulder, did not come back, however. I think he was rather afraid of Don, who growled so fiercely. Don was a good and gentle dog, but he did not like bad men.
CHAPTER X
SHAGGO AND DIDO
“Excuse me for thinking you were a wolf,” said Shaggo to Don. “But you look just like some of the prairie wolves I used to see out West on the big fields near our range.”
“That’s all right,” barked Don. He and Shaggo could visit, for there were only a few keepers in the animal tent now. All the audience had gone into the main tent to see the show, and Don and Shaggo could talk animal talk as much as they pleased.
“I don’t mind being taken for a wolf,” went on Don. “In fact we dogs once were wolves, and it was only after we became tame and lived around the house that we were called dogs.”
“The only dogs I ever saw before,” said Shaggo, “were little prairie dogs.”
“Hum! I never saw any of those that I remember,” Don said.